My trip to Brighton

Hi all,

I’m back from my trip to Brighton! The experience was quite an emotional one as the city if full of diversity and colour, unlike my hometown in the Midlands.

Me and my Mum walked around the city centre, presuming it to be dominated by big fashion and food franchises, but it was actually the opposite. The area was cornered by quaint little alleyways mixed with local cafes and small businesses. Each shop you’d pass by would have a different personality. For example, we went into a cafe called Choccywoccydoodah, which had quite an alternative, boho flavour to its interior. This was a nice change, as my hometown is swarmed with a lot of big brands and hardly any independent businesses.

Followed by a few hours of shopping, we went to see the big Brighton Dome, an attraction many come to Brighton to see specifically. Annoyingly, I only got one snap of the building as it was difficult to get a good angle with legit lighting (You’ve gotta think about these things now we live in the 21st century). The Dome is seeded by a small little park in which we sat down to take in the chaos of the city. I envied those individuals who trotted through the city on their way to their permanent home.

The moonlight was approaching, thus we turned back to the city centre which loomed with different colours. Interestingly, the evening seemed to be when it was it’s most liveliest. We made our way to the Brighton Pier which was crowded with tourists, particularly families hurrying to get their last go on the rides. Me and my Mum came to look at the Ocean view and have a browse through the arcade. We had an attempt at the ice hockey table and went to a fortune teller who said I was going to lose a close friend! (Thanks, pal)

Anyhow, the night dawned on us, and there was music playing from all angles, more spotlights brightening up the black sky and more demographics walking around the streets with confidence. I felt extremely safe!

We went to Nandos for tea because my Mum thought it was Nachos for some reason. She left very disappointedly back to the hotel.

Though the day ended quite unfortunately for my Mum, I loved my experience there and was extremely buzzed to return. Brighton, I’ll be back soon! 😀

 

Day in the life..

Where I’m from in England isn’t particularly beautiful. It’s statistically known for its high crime and it’s general roughness. Today for example, I was waiting for my bus at the station near to where I live and some old dude came towards me, waddling. It’s bad to form your opinions on someone based on their first impressions but this dude was clearly drunk. He screamed “DUCK!” at me. A term used in my city, which is a city nickname for the locals.. (EG  – Hello, duck). It sounds cute but it really isn’t. He asked me what I thought about the EU Referendum. He seemed really pissed on alcohol and the fact that we’ve left. I told him I wanted to remain and then he tried to put his arm round me and talk about the economy. He repeated himself mindless times. Also, now I’m being barricaded in by two old Jehovah’s Witnesses and I need to leave for college. They keep banging on my door and putting their hands through the flap in which mailmen put your post through (Don’t know the specific term for it). My Mum left simply minutes before I am to leave and she rang me soon as she left saying “DON’T OPEN THE DOOR!”. That, of course, led me to panic and think this was the last hour of my life. I asked why and she “Two old Jehovah’s Witnesses are going round the street”. Being the awkward person I am, and to avoid them glaring at me through my windows, whilst I watch Orange Is The New Black on TV in the Living room and grabbed my dog and made a mistake to my bedroom. They won’t see me up here.